From doorways of windy greetings
Oft blown in
Mother howls back out to Nature's
Deep-rooted grin.
For once her persuasive rightness
Subjugates less
Than genial sunlight, and its
Whirling caress.
For once her five o'clock summons
Is weird laughed down
By something over and beyond
An hour-glassed town. *
* preoccupied with time
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